
I don’t celebrate Christmas—but I do celebrate vibes, good smells, full kitchens, and watching people I love light up like they just found batteries on December 24th.
Let’s get this out of the way first, because honesty is festive too:
I don’t celebrate Christmas in the traditional sense.
No tree theology debates.
No explaining myself at the dinner table.
No long essays about belief systems.
And yet—
I love this time of year.
I love the warmth that sneaks into houses.
I love seeing people soften.
I love the way joy gets louder and grudges get quieter, if only for a few days.
And yes—I absolutely buy gifts for my immediate family, because love speaks many languages, and sometimes it speaks through Amazon Prime and gift receipts.
The Thing About Holidays No One Says Out Loud
You don’t have to celebrate a holiday to enjoy the human behavior around it.
You don’t have to share a belief to enjoy the glow.
You don’t have to follow a tradition to honor the moment.
Some people celebrate with trees and hymns.
Some with candles and intention.
Some with food, laughter, and the smell of something comforting in the air.
All of that counts.
What I Do Instead (And Why My House Smells Amazing)
While others are hanging ornaments, I’m doing my own quietly pagan, earth-rooted thing—nothing dramatic, just intentional.
I cleanse my space.
I slow my pace.
I make my home smell like peace had a kitchen.
Here’s one of my favorite winter simmer pot recipes—simple, grounding, and deeply comforting:
Winter Hearth Simmer Pot
- 1 sliced orange
- 2 cinnamon sticks
- 5–6 whole cloves
- 1 sprig of rosemary or pine
- A splash of vanilla
- Water to cover
Simmer low on the stove and let it fill the house with a scent that says, You are safe here.
No altar required.
No rules enforced.
Just warmth.
I also light candles with intention—gratitude for what survived the year, clarity for what I’m leaving behind, and space for what hasn’t arrived yet.
That’s my version of the season.
We’re All Doing This Differently—and That’s the Point
Some people go all in on Christmas.
Some don’t touch it at all.
Most of us live somewhere in between.
And that’s okay.
You’re allowed to enjoy the joy without adopting the doctrine.
You’re allowed to participate without performing.
You’re allowed to say, This part feels good to me, and leave the rest behind.
If anything, that’s the most honest way to honor a season built on light returning to dark.
A Note From the Author (Because Yes, I’m Still Writing)
I write about these in-between spaces a lot—the quiet moments people don’t know how to label.
If you like reflective, warm, slightly rebellious storytelling, you’ll probably enjoy some of my holiday-adjacent books too, including:
- The Lamp of Christmas Eve – for readers who love atmosphere more than sermons
- Unlocking Carolina’s New Year’s Day: Superstitions, Traditions, and Delicious Recipes
- Hypothyroidism Holiday RECIPE Guidebook: Surviving the Season
- The Witch’s Almanac Cookbook (2026 Edition): Seasonal Recipes, Spells, Rituals & Kitchen Magic
- Healing Stews & Enchanted Brews: Holiday Magic
- The Lamp at the End of the Corridor: A Story of Rejection, Redirection, and Resurrection for the Misfit Soul
- The Lies We Loved: How Advertising Invented America
- Revealing the Hidden Pagan Origins: Christian Perspectives on American Holiday Traditions
- Before the Ink Is Dry – for those who sit with meaning instead of rushing past it
- The Margin Notes – for anyone who lives in the quiet spaces others overlook
- The Girls Who Never Left the Room
- The Girl the Darkness Raised: A Memoir of Scarcity, Survival, and Becoming
- The Girl in the Mirror Is Thirteen Again: The House That Yelled and the Woman Who Finally Heard Herself
- The Making of the “Broken Child”: A System Built Before Diagnosis
You’ll find them under A.L. Childers on Amazon, and more of my writing over at TheHypothyroidismChick.com.
Disclaimer (Because Adults Still Need These)
This blog is not religious guidance, spiritual instruction, or an argument for or against any belief system. It is simply one human explaining how she experiences a season—and giving you permission to experience it your own way.
No judgment.
No conversion attempts.
No holiday policing.
Final Thought (Before the Cookies Burn)
If you celebrate—celebrate loudly.
If you don’t—rest joyfully.
If you’re somewhere in between—welcome to the club.
Happy Christmas Eve Eve.
May your house smell amazing, your heart feel lighter, and your boundaries remain intact.
A funny, heartwarming take on Christmas Eve Eve from someone who doesn’t celebrate Christmas—but loves the warmth, family joy, and cozy winter rituals that come with the season.




